An Invitation

At the top floor of Skyward Pavilion, in the room on the left, were the people of the Immortal Dynasty.

Among them, a middle-aged man with matted hair who was sitting straight in his chair, with two files at hand. His eyebrows revealed his rebellious character.

After he glanced through one of the files, the one containing the information on the geniuses from Eternal World, he nodded and exclaimed, "Some of these youngsters are really outstanding."

"Your Excellency, should we send them an invitation in advance?" A white-robed man standing beside him asked respectfully.

"No, let's wait a little longer," the middle-aged man replied.

From the very beginning to the end, he never even cast a glance at the other file. The geniuses from the Ancient World were completely ignored.